"Going to pack your things already?" Sebastian stared straight at me.

"I'm not one of the Omegas that are going with you," I said keeping my tone normal.

"But you are an Omega, aren't you?" he raised his dark brown eyebrow.

I opened my mouth to say something, but Alpha bated me to it. "Sebastian, you should pick someone a little more... Obedient."

He looked at me as if I was a bug under his shoes. "Elizabeth always has had a problem with discipline," he continued.

A moment later, my chin was caught by a callous thumb and finger,  and my face was jerked up. Sebastian looked over my face and turned it to one side, then the other. As if observing whether or not the product he wanted to fulfill his demands.

"An Omega who's not obedient to Lycan?" Sebastian said. "I wonder why no one has taught you otherwise yet."

***

Every ten years, the Alpha King will host a competition to choose the Alpha Supreme, and the competition always has twenty competitors participate but only a quarter survive.

When Elizabeth Grey is offered freedom in exchange for accompanying Alpha Sebastian Walt on the Hunt, she has no reason to refuse.

After eight weeks of blood, mayhem, fruitless feeling, and dark secrets, a cursed Alpha with a made Omega are on the Hunt for a deadly game. 

Will things ever remain the same?

The Alpha's Fated Omega

　　Strange as it is, I've never seen Sebastian relax. Not even once. Not even during the times I was keeping watch and he was sleeping.


　　A small smile tugs at my lips. Sebastian may complain all he want about these breaks but he sure is enjoying his sleep. It'll do him good, to take it a little easy. How can he take it easy when his life literally depends on winning this Hunt?


　　Without wanting to, my mind wanders to how Sebastian must've dealt with all this since the age of eleven, just a child, being told thathe might become a monster. I sigh. Its too early for thoughts like this. Unthinking, I move my hand to brush away the hair falling in his eyes.


　　I hold back a squeal, I really do need too ask him what he uses to keep it so soft. The next moment all my thoughts go out of the window when his hold on me tightens abruptly, his eyes snap open, pupils dilated to tell me he's gone into survival mode.


CHAPTER 66